It’s as if short snippets are all I’ve ever known. The daily “I should post that” thought is killing me–figuratively, of course. There was a time when long prose pieces were my thing. I didn’t just want to write; I wrote and I wrote a lot. I wrote poems. I wrote about my day. I wrote a…
life
Again…m#2
I showed up prepared to pray for others and ended up praying for myself, too. Even got to pray twice because the Rabbi wasn’t there. Not sure what happened to him but God used his absence to feed my soul, work away at my heart, remind me of His presence…that it is even with me. I…
She stood in her crib, legs anxiously shuffling as she let out frustrated cries and signed vigorously. In the darkness, I could feel her hands on my cheek as I bent down and held her in place, rubbing her back and gently saying, “No milk, baby. No milk.” It felt as if we were growing…
i don’t promise eloquence, just words.
There’s so much in my little world that currently has something to do with race, race relations, and racism (nothing against me, that I know of, but involving people/entities that I know and/or am impacted by). It’s easy to feel a bit overwhelmed by it all, to wonder what to say or if to even…
Hair today…
(This was written on Feb 6, 2016.) She watched me wash my hair the other day. I felt as if it were a black history moment because she’ll never know what it’s like to sit in between my knees and have her hair detangled. It’s not looking likely, anyhow. Her hair has big wispy curls…
“no” = “I don’t love you”?
We’re afraid to be honest but when we are honest we’re afraid to be wrong so then we lose all sense of gentleness. It’s a mess.
…processing
It’s the last day of the year and I have many regrets. I’ll fill your eyes with none of them, at least not in full detail. Why bother? They’re in the past. Yet I bring them up because I’ve grown up with the message that we shouldn’t have regrets and, well, I think that’s unrealistic….